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Our possession date is coming

- by Alyson Shane


The end of my time at 120 Lenore Street is looming, staring me in the face
every day
every night
every morning.

One day closer.

Marching steadily towards the end of one of the best chapters in my life.

This house was where I realized that I needed to
take a leap
to leave a life where I was
comfortable, but unfulfilled

where I changed everything
turned it upside-down
to try something new

to take a chance on love
on fulfillment
on myself.

Where I did what I needed to do in order to live the richest, fullest life I could.

(And what a rich, full life it's been.)

This house is where I was afraid of growth
of change
but did it anyway
even though it was hard.

It's where is where I faced my fears
lost myself
came home to myself
put in the work
and where I've learned to say

I'm sorry.

Here is where I made memories, like
the blanket fort v 2.0
post-Folk Fest BBQs
Thanksgivings
Christmases
Halloween's
birthdays
and so many beer-fuelled late-night dance parties.

This house is where I started my business
at a little desk in the living room
with Toulouse in my lap and BJ on the desk
hammering away at my keyboard, tryna make it work
feeling hopeful and scared every morning for years.

I became friends with Alex here
put Adam to bed here
cackled with Amber here
and made more memories with the people I love than I can count.

I've been here for six and a half years and part of me still isn't ready to let go.

This house has been so good to me
and I hope I've been good to it in return

cause I'm going to miss it like hell.

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Fully vaxxed as of Sunday

- by Alyson Shane


and I just had a lil cry about it
(in a good way.)

Every time my COVID anxiety creeps up I think 

"you're fully vaccinated
the people you love are
almost
fully vaccinated

it's gonna be ok."

Aaaaaand now I'm tearing up again.

What a feeling after all this time.


 

Here's the weird thing about moving

- by Alyson Shane

as soon as you know you're leaving everything becomes

5000 times more annoying
(like an awkward cabinet
or a weird kitchen layout)

or 5000 times more important
(like BBQing on the deck or
standing in the spot where John asked me to be his wife)

I had a bath just now. One of the last I'll have here.

We have this huge soaker tub in the basement
with fancy jets
and though I love baths I feel like I haven't used it enough

so between now and when we take possession on our new place I'm committing myself to

at least a bath a week

which works out to five baths, minimum.

Usually I have a bath with a glass of wine
some candles, maybe incense
(because I deserve to treat myself, damn it)
and whatever book I'm reading.

It's my time.

I can turn off my brain and sink into the
familiar shapes of the words
and connect with a book in a way that's
harder, now
in my always-connected-iphone-business-owner world
where I'm pulled in a million directions.

Usually my baths are my getaways

but not tonight.

I tried, believe me.

I soaked with my wine
and my candles
and my copy of
The Essential Neruda

but instead of losing myself in love poems
I kept looking around
at the bric-a-brac of my life

our toothbrushes
my extendable mirror
John's trimmer, always charging
our towels hanging off the door

the little details of our days

together

that always started and ended

here

in a bathroom where I've

preened
cried
laughed
puked up my guts
had heart-to-hearts
showered off the grime from
festivals
and camping
and hosting costume parties

never realizing that the end was 
just around the corner.

That's the weird thing about moving, it seems

even when you plan for it, it still takes yr heart by surprise.

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Left the house a bunch today

- by Alyson Shane


I needed to renew my license so I biked to an insurance agency over on Academy that does walk-in appointments to renew yr MPI license

(that's Manitoba Public Insurance for my non-Manitobans)

I wish I could say that I did this in a timely manner but actually

my license lapsed and I didn't go in to renew
because the idea of going somewhere and taking off my mask in a business
considering how Manitoba has handled this crisis

(which hasn't been great, for my non-Manitobans)

freaked me out

and since I can order in
and I don't need to drive

I avoided it

until it was required of me like it was today.

So I rode my bike a bunch
there and back
and then
there and back again

since I had to go there twice

because of course MPI's website had to go down as I was there
which meant they couldn't print my temporary ID

(why does this always happen with time-sensitive stuff?)

so they sent me home and called me when the printer was working again.

Bike 1, 2, 3, and then 4.

But as I biked back and forth, and back and forth
I realized

this might be the most time I've spent
on my bike
going somewhere
altering my plans

talking to people face-to-face

in close to a year.

And as I cruised up and down Wolseley
which was 99% cyclists and runners
and families out for walks

on my way
to and from and to and from
doing something that would make me
a permanent member of this community

it made me realize
how much I've missed my neighbourhood

and how excited I am to be a permanent part of it.

(Also, we're buying a house hooray!)

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A short list of things making me happy lately

- by Alyson Shane


Watering my garden every morning.

Standing in the sun
listening to a podcast
or to the birds chirping
watching our lil dirt babies grow.

The guy who walks by and ALWAYS makes a beer pun because we grow hops:

"Y'know, beer cures what ALES ya!"
"Better HOP to it you guys!"
"Those hops are gonna be LAGER than life soon!"
I love that our garden makes other people happy, too.

Toulouse's little paw on my face to wake me up in the AM.

(Okay this doesn't always make me happy
but it's cute as heck.)

Gettin' vaxxed a few weeks ago.

Then watching all my
friends, relatives
colleagues and loved ones
getting their jabs, too
rockin' a vaccinated attitude.

My little daily workouts.

Stretching in the AM
40 dips with weights
40 squat presses with weights
60 walking lunges with weights
plus 20 pushups because I have baby arms.

Sunday night "movie dates" with Jasmin.

Spending a few hours watching a cheesy movie
making art and drinking tea
(okay sometimes wine)
chatting with a dear friend about
anything and everything, really
has become one of the highlights of my week.

Planning distanced lunch dates with Tineke.

(Even if my orders don't always arrive on time, d'oh!)

Looking at my bank account.

Money's good
savings are tight
RRSP's bangin'
no debt in sight

(okay that last point isn't true but I can't talk about it yet.)

Talking to my parents again.

Today in "things that surprised everybody"
(including me)
Mom and Dad and I are talking again
and I see the effort they're putting in
how hard they want this to work
(just like me)
and it's a wonderful new addition to my life.

The Wolseley tree canopy.

One of the things I love about living in a
four-season city
is watching nature blossom back to life
transforming my neighbourhood
into a beautiful canopy of green leaves and blue sky.

The way Starling is growing.

We're hitting our stride as an agency
we have great name recognition
people value the work we do and see
what sets us apart from every other agency in town
and I'm so fucking proud of that.

Making art in my journal and being crafty.

After what feels like
decades, away from the creative part of myself
I'm rediscovering my creative side
experimenting, making weird art
not judging myself when things don't turn out "perfect"
and enjoying having a private place to explore my feels.

There have been times in my life which have felt
chaotic, stressful, and unmanageable
but right now isn't one of those times
everything feels like it's falling into place
or exactly where it should be

and I'm gonna enjoy it while it lasts.

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Left the house the other day

- by Alyson Shane


to spend a week at a cabin out at Falcon Lake because we haven't gone anywhere since before Christmas.

We drove up on Monday night and stopped at Gimli Fish on the way out to get crab legs and lobster tail and the biggest scallops I've ever seen, and after unpacking and getting a fire going we sauteed it all up in a butter and garlic sauce and ate it with a salad and a bottle of rosé.

We stayed up late and got drunk and cold running back and forth from the private hot tub on the deck to the house to get more beer. I had a killer hangover the next morning but powered through 100 pages of The Count of Monte Cristo

(I'm almost 950 pages in!)

and popped an Advil so we could hike up the side of the mountain that overlooks the lake.

I haven't walked that much in months and felt it the next day. It was worth it for the view tho.

After so many months in the house it was weird to have so much space to

think
and spread out
and walk
and not worry about other people.

We heard some families in the other cabins and waved at a few of the staff from afar, but it was mostly just us and the deer and the birds. I loved waking up and putting fresh birdseed in the bird feeder every morning to see what kinds of birds showed up to eat.

(Did you know that bluejays aren't actually blue? Look it up!)

That night we grilled homemade burgers and had some special banana bread that put us to bed at 10 PM. I fell asleep watching Robocop (which has so many gun sounds, wow) and woke up at 7 AM feeling more rested than I have in months.

The next day walked out to an island.

It gets so cold in Manitoba that the lake freezes completely and you can walk right across the ice to a bunch of the little islands, which feels scary until you've done it a few times

(or have a few beers in you.)

The island was beautiful and scenic, but spooky too. There's a menacing beauty to the Canadian wilderness. It feels tough and rugged, like it will kill you if you let it

(which it will.)

Then we came back and played Scrabble and made out in the hot tub and I laughed until my face hurt. We got distracted and almost burnt the shit out of our homemade taquitos, but saved them in time and covered them in sour cream and the enchilada sauce I made before we left to cover up the "extra crunch".

John made breakfast every day. Egg sandwiches or scrambled eggs and breakfast sausage. One, sometimes two coffees with Jameson's. We ate sitting across the table from each other and I grinned at him like a maniac every time because after almost seven years together I'm still crazy about him.

After dinner every night we sat in the hot tub, soaking it all in. I tried as hard as I could to lock in how the cold air felt, and the way my beer tasted, and how John's hair caught in the light.

On our last day there he asked me "what are some moments you wish you could stay frozen in forever?" and because I'm cheesy and because it was true, I said

"this one, right now" and I meant it.

If I close my eyes it's almost like I'm back there and I wanna hang onto that feeling so badly.


 

Every day is the same

- by Alyson Shane


that's hyperbole but only somewhat.

We're in the part of the winter where it always feels like night time and every day feels the same, and it's normally the time when I'd go on vacation somewhere warm but there's still that pesky pandemic so we're staying put and as a result every day I go from

my bed, to
the room next to it, to
the kitchen, to
the living room (maybe), back to
the room next to my bedroom,
back to
my bed

things could be worse but the days have been slipping by in a weird way they weren't before. I've worked from home for years and kinda go into a "fugue state" around this point (which is why I take a vacation) but not even leaving for meetings or meetups is really blurring everything together.

Luckily John and I anticipated this happening so back in the fall we booked a private cabin out at Falcon Lake and we're leaving in a few weeks and the concept of, omg

leaving my house
seeing other places
sleeping in a different bed

almost doesn't feel real.

We had a lil panic the other day when we realized the cabin doesn't have wifi, which was something we should have considered but when you haven't left yr house in pretty much a year you forget about basic stuff like how cabins in rural parts of the province tend to not have great wifi

but you know what? I'M PUMPED ABOUT IT.

Pandemic aside it's been a crazy-busy year for my agency and I spend my days in meetings and working on it and then break for dinner and spend my evenings working on HeyAlfa

(which is so crazy and going to blow you away I promise)

and part of my infinite-loop-life really just comes down to working so much and I know it. It's fine to love what you do but when it's all that you do that's not healthy.

I love my work and try to find a balance but living where you work and working where you live makes things bleed together
so I'm looking forward to forcing myself to take a break

even if it's just for a few days in the middle of snowy nowhere.

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Goodbye 2020, hello 2021

- by Alyson Shane


Last night we rang in the new year from the comfort of our living room which is where we do 100% of our social interactions these days. I curled my hair and did my makeup and put on a cute outfit because even though I wasn't going anywhere I like to look cute for myself. We made a charcuterie board with meat and cheese from DeLuca's and cheersed with fancy champagne at midnight, but also chugged a couple of PBRs

(shitty beers for a shitty year)

and at 3 AM before we went to bed, we sang Auld Lang Syne.

I don't know all the words and probably won't ever learn it by heart beyond the chorus but it makes me want to cry every time I hear it. It's heavy and sad, and singing a heavy, sad song felt like the best way to say goodbye to a year that's been overwhelmingly heavy and sad.

2020 didn't turn out to be the year I wanted or expected, but looking back it could have been a hell of a lot worse. Our businesses didn't go under (and are both actually doing better than ever), we saved a ton of money because we didn't take any big trips or go to music festivals or go out like at all since March, and and I learned that (thankfully) I married the right person because there's nothing like being cooped up in the house together 24/7 to learn if someone's gonna get on yr nerves or not.

Oh, and we managed to squeeze in our wedding in Belize and a trip to Toronto and Windsor on the way home right before things started to go off a cliff.

But outside of our little bubble of "doing ok" everything else has been a hellscape and it's been stressful and upsetting to watch our provincial government totally fumble the pandemic response, see the cases spike in Manitoba and elsewhere, and be worrying constantly about friends and family members who are high-risk or who don't have the luxury of working from home throughout all of this.

Sometimes I feel guilty for getting by and for all the time the pandemic has given me to work on Starling Social and HeyAlfa. I beat myself up about stuff a lot so I've tried to channel these feelings into working like crazy and making the most of the opportunity I've been given. All this work and focusing on a post-pandemic future has given me something to focus on and look forward to in a year where distractions from the news have been welcome and much-needed.

Maybe I'm a dumb optimist but I'm hopeful for 2021. I don't want to put a label or some weird expectation on the year itself

(years are just how we mark time, not the thing that dictates what happens during that time, after all)

but hunkering down over the past year year taught me a lot about myself and I feel more, I dunno

mature?
prepared?
focused?
driven?

all of the above?

What I'm trying to say is I feel like I'm in a good place and I'm excited about what the next year will bring.

On my desk next to where I work (and spend like 90% of my time these days) I have a little letterboard and I change up the sayings from time to time. Right now it's got one from the poet Robert Frost.

I've likes his work since I was a student at Garden City Collegiate and would read the words to The Road Less Travelled every day as I went up and down the stairs in the West Building. His quote on my letterboard is one of my favourites, and it's also something I've found myself saying and thinking often this past year.

Here is what it says:

"The best way out is always through."

Whatever 2020 was like for you, I hope 2021 is even better. For all of us.

Cheers to the year ahead, friends.

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Rain King

- by Alyson Shane


is the name of a song by the band Counting Crows. It's one of my favourite songs because it reminds me of a moment in time that feels

perfect

like one of those snapshots you take in your mind of a moment, a feeling, a smell, a sound so you can come back to it forever.

In that moment I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a rental car and John is driving. It's a cloudy grey day and we're on the 401 driving into Toronto to go see my Grandma before we catch a flight home to Winnipeg from Windsor, where we'd been for Christmas.

We're both deathly hungover from staying up late and having a dance party with his family so we crank the music to boost our energy. We put on August and Everything After and John tells me about how much the album means to him. His memories of singing the songs in the car with his friends when they were younger. He tells me about road trips and old friends and drunk adventures and

the everyday stuff of life where the album served as a backdrop, playing through all those times that didn't seem important in the moment but mean so much when you start to get old and have kids and can't get up to shit the way you used to.

I don't have memories of this album but I have memories of the 401. Of being in a different car with a different man in a different lifetime. The way the cities bleed into one another through the rolling hills feels soothing and familiar in a way I wasn't expecting.

We're talking and he's holding my hand and I'm thinking about how I used to feel on this highway

the sense of excited independence I felt living away from my hometown mixed with fears of

not good enough
not deserving
gonna mess it all up

that poisoned what I had and what I could have done with it in a way that I can only see now, looking in the rear-view mirror.

I turn and look over at John, who's belting out every word to Rain King and looking at me with that

incredible way he looks at me

and he smiles and squeezes my hand

and I start crying

because I was happy then, but I wasn't content

and things are different now.

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It blogs!

- by Alyson Shane

Apparently October starts this week which means time has officially lost all meaning. There's a presidential debate tomorrow and usually I'd be excited as hell since I'm a huge politics wonk, but I'm so run-down with the pandemic and Trump's bullshit and

not-so-secretly afraid of America slipping into a totalitarian state and/or civil war, and us being right next door

that I'm getting heart palpitations just thinking about it. Someone pass the wine.

Over the weekend I made a bunch of art. I've been working with my hands a lot lately through origami and acrylic and gouache and origami and collage

(the last of which is really my favourite)

and listening to podcasts about history and cultures and politics (of course) at the craft table John helped me set up in my office a few weeks ago. The space is a work in progress but it's nice to have somewhere I can spread out and not worry about tidying up all the time, which is especially good considering that collage is a lot messier than I was expecting.

I also wasn't expecting collage to be so much work up-front. Think about it: in order to have enough little cut-up bits to make into larger collages, you need to spend a bunch of time cutting up all the little bits.

So that's what I've been doing, mostly. Snipping, and waiting.

Yesterday I painted some abstract backgrounds on watercolour paper with my gouache paints and tonight imma start gluing and creating my firs collages.

I don't have a hot clue how they're going to turn out, but that's half the fun imo.

But before that we've gotta hit up the store and I've gotta throw together some tortellini soup for dinner so I've gotta run.

Missed you, xo

P.S. Big a very big "thank you" to John, who gave my website a fresh redo!

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